Chapter 93

  With the Jedi's and New Republic army's help and the massive amount of damage my explosions caused, we were able to win. My doppelgangers took command because they had the most experience on the dark side focal point called Exegol and because the vast mushroom forests that covered the planet needed special consideration when travelling.

  With my help and experience of Exegol, we could surround, conquer and destroy. On my own, I had difficulty holding positions and gaining supplies but I wasn't on my own. I could sense that the army was wary of me and my doppelgangers but the Jedi and Yoda's spirit were a great persuader.

  The turning point for the republic army's feelings came when my doppelgangers would dive in front of enemy fire to take a hit. There aren't many things that can change an ally's mind faster than a sacrifice.

  My doppelgangers stepped up with new equipment from the republic ships. Before they got here the doppelgangers only wore what they could find and made do with force abilities. Now they had machine laser guns and rocket launchers, in short, they weren't shy about using weapons of mass enjoyment. Doppelgangers would dive into a room full of Sith and redirect the first couple of shots basted at them to return with a wave of lightning and gun firing. There's nothing like a badass storming the enemy that boosts your ally's feelings toward you.

  The world forges that lie deep underground, exploded. My allies used their ships to carpet-bomb everything that looked like a target. The Jedi and Republic were taking zero chances, many years under Emperor Palpatine's foot were causing over-the-top but justifiable bombing runs that glassed the already glassed planet.

  It felt good to win again. Years of stalemate, of careful planning just so I could gain a benefit that wouldn't last a day. I like to win.

  Me and my allies took over with little effort. The Sith were destroyed with their cloning machines and Palpatine was cornered. I couldn't say with a hundred per cent certainty that this was the only Palpatine there was but at this point in time, I didn't care. I wanted to win and get off this stupid planet.

  Palpatine sat on a huge ridged spiky throne made from rock and sadness. I can feel the dark side wafting off him and I'm not even in the area. I wouldn't set foot near him until I've made sure it was safe and there's nothing safe about this anaemic old man. The sight alone tells me he's a monster on his last legs, his dropping skin holds loosely over his bones and his milky blind eyes would make any normal person feel pity. However, despite being old and broken, Palpatine is fixed to machines that make the mind wander to body-machine horror.

  Palpatine chuckles and his deep voice echos throughout. The vast space absorbs his voice and the colosseum-like seats vibrate it out to every inch of the room.

  Palpatine is alone, none of the Sith Enternal are sitting in the stadium. All of them are dead or fighting to recoup their losses by making more clones. It's just him against a squad of soldiers, Jedi and doppelgangers armed to the teeth.

  And yet, with all of my advantages, the dark master of the Sith greets us like long-lost pets.

  "Welcome...." Palpatine laugh radiates out. He has the best laugh I've ever heard. It comes deep from his belly and would light up the room with pantomime evil and joy. Despite the deaths he has caused and pain throughout the galaxy, there isn't a hint of remorse in his voice but only the certainty he enjoyed every second of it. A true villain, a person you can admire and respect but hate and only wish a painful death for.

  Palpatine's yellow eyes scan the surroundings spotting my doppelgangers. I feel that he is afraid but he doesn't hide from his emotions instead there seems to be a contradiction in that he admires me. I see it in his eyes, they scorn and narrow whenever they rest on a Jedi and yet crinkle like a smile when he sees my doppelgangers.

  "You are worthy to stand in the presence of the dark side, the focal point of all Sith" Palpatine points his bone-like finger directly at one of my doppelgangers.

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  A doppelganger flys into the arena and lands beside troops from the New Republic "This isn't the focal point of the Sith, why lie about such a thing"

  A thick beam of lightning cascades towards the doppelganger that has just spoken, only to be deflected to the ground by a multi-coloured beam of light.

  Palpatine attacks without warning. His target was me, the other people here didn't even make it to his eye. I was the threat and he knew it for the last ten years.

  "The origins of the Sith come from a long-dead species" rebutted a different doppelganger.

  "The power of the dark side comes from the individual" spoke a different doppelganger still.

  "The dark side is in all of us from the beginning of the galaxy and beyond" The broken sentence structure that comes from different doppelgangers speaking in turn makes Palpatine eyes shake back and forward trying to keep up as he looks at them.

  "There's no need to lie at this point" my voice rings out "Your death is guaranteed. Allowing you to live will bring me many sleepless nights"

  The broken smile on Palpatines face is wiped away instantly. Palpatine recognised he was in trouble and did the thing that worked before, he bargained. "

  "We could rule the galaxy, with our power there wouldn't be anyone who could contend with us. We could have ultimate power" sputtered Palpatine.

  I'll give it to Palpatine, he has no shame. Without an ounce of shame, he has just tried to win me over in front of the Jedi with promises of power that we both know he wouldn't share.

  "What's the point in ultimate power when this is your outcome? Better to control a slice of the galaxy than have your hand forceable removed altogether. You are 60 years old and have failed the Sith, you came close to destroying the Jedi but now it's your turn to feel the wrath of the force. This is the consequence of your actions" My doppelgangers release their new lightsabers and surround Palpatine.

  "NOOOOOOOOO" screams Palpatine, causing his force scream to paralyse everyone except my doppelganger.

  A doppelganger at the back charges up a hefty Gatling laser gun and cuts the large mechanical appendage above Palpatine. He drops to the floor in defeat but all of my doppelgangers know better than to underestimate the dark Sith lord.

  Palpatine senses that faining weakness won't help him and he slides back up using the force and fires thick lightning from his fingers. However, I've seen this before. The clone Palpatine did the same thing by recycling the force through him to power a never-ending stream of powerful lightning.

  Three of my Dopleganagers intercept the lightning with lightsabers and their own blasts of lightning and move closer to Palpatine. He suffers the same backloop that makes turning off his force lightning impossible. He struggles and I can feel the fear like a strong breeze. He fears losing control, he fears losing, but most of all he fears death and knows unlike the Jedi, I will kill him without mercy.

  His eye darts to look for a way out but before any actions can be taken four blasts from high-powered rifles destroy his hands and legs. There's no point in making this harder for myself, I'm not above crippling my enemies for an easy win.

  Palpatine is forced into the air as each shot twists him about. My doppelgangers take action and surround Palpatine, the shock on Palpatines face as his power is drained from him is enough to keep me warm at night. Palpatine tries to recover and drain back his power with force drain but my doppelgangers are better at it and are many compared to the single broken man of Palpatine.

  A crippled defenceless old Palpatine with his head bowed in defeat. Most of the Jedi have a sense of pity for him but I don't. It wouldn't matter how sorry Palpatine was or how many times he bowed his head for forgiveness I wouldn't chance the idea of showing mercy just so later he would come back. Palpatine only has one thing that I want, and it's something that will destroy him. I want his memories.

  Just like draining the force, memories can be extracted. However, it's painful and can leave the victim's mind scrambled if done incorrectly. I don't care and free his mind of information.

  Palpatines teeth grit together as I invade and take what was his. I collect what's useful but I'm strictly looking to see if he is a clone. He is not and the actions of taking his memory leave him a drolling mess. I can feel the stunned feeling from the Jedi and the accepted thoughts from the Republic army. All of that changes to shock when I cut off the man's head and split it down the middle to make sure he isn't a clone. Taking zero chances the doppelgangers vaporise Palpatines body and start to collect and destroy every piece of information they can on Exegol. This is the end of Palpatine.

  "Your arrogance is your weakness" the voice of Palpatine rang in my mind. The Sith lord has highjacked one of my doppelgangers through Sith's dark side powers.

  I slammed my hand down on the cockpit of the ship I had taken for my ride home. This was the worst news I've ever had. My doppelgangers had skills in the force that a powerhouse such as Palpatine could take full advantage of, it wasn't clear what Palpatine could do with my doppelganger skill but the worst thing flickered through my mind...

  "GET OUT" my voice quaked through the ship making all that heard it follow the command with wet pants.

  Palpatine had awoken my fighting spirit and he was going to get what he deserved. A good old-fashioned kicking.